Murong Yun shifted her footing, moving through the air to block Gong Liu’s path.
At the same time, the vines slithered, wrapping around the two of them.
At this moment, Gong Liu was like a trapped turtle—only with Murong Yun as his roommate.
“You……”
Gong Liu nearly cursed aloud, but in the next instant, thunder cracked like firecrackers, and countless bolts of lightning came tumbling down in a frantic rush.
This was a scene tens of thousands would never forget in their lifetime. If someone asked, Have you ever seen thunder?
Then they would nod, but those who survived would spend the rest of their lives bragging about this scene.
Have you ever seen thunder fall like rain?
They had seen it—and they survived...
Under Heaven’s mad barrage of thunder strikes, Murong Yun, with her bone staff in hand, felt no fear—only the ache in her arm from holding it aloft.
But Gong Liu, without a lightning rod to shield him, was not so fortunate. Since water conducts electricity, the instant thunder struck him, he dismissed the water dragon and relied only on pure spiritual energy for defense.
But heavenly thunder is never so easy to dodge—after one barrage, Gong Liu was struck so badly his own mother wouldn’t recognize him.
The vicious lightning crawled down his neck, the shock biting deep; his white hair stood on end, his old face charred black, and all dignity was gone.
You… you… monster, fiend!
Because of the lightning, Gong Liu’s tongue went numb, his speech slurred, a trace of drool at his lips. Though his heart was bursting with rage, he feared the thunder and dared not strike at Murong Yun again.
Of course, in resisting the thunder, he exhausted his spiritual energy, and now his body was split open by the strikes.
If not for the fact that these strange bolts of heavenly thunder weren’t aimed at him, he had no doubt he would have been struck dead beneath their fury.
"Monster? Old fool, what do you know? This is justice!"
Murong Yun was suffering too—her hair strands lifted by static. Though the bone staff bore most of the thunder’s fury, this strike was far too fierce, and she was beginning to falter.
Seeing that Gong Liu hadn’t been struck dead by the thunder, Murong Yun was already surprised. Yet the old fool still tried to assert himself before her. Her eyes narrowed, she glanced at the brewing storm above, and gave him a malicious grin.
"You… what are you… going to do!!!"
Gong Liu swore he had never been so humiliated in his life—threatened by a woman! Yet when he recalled the taste of the thunder strike, his scalp tingled again, perhaps from lingering currents of lightning.
In short, this time he dared not hesitate, nor could he care about dignity—his life was at stake. He bolted, and finding his legs too slow, lifted himself with spiritual energy and fled toward his Pingyun army.
He refused to believe it—would that wretch really dare to cross a hundred thousand troops just to hunt him down?!
But his vision was still too small. Amid the cries of shock, he instinctively turned his head—through the writhing vines, Murong Yun truly came, bone staff raised high, chasing him from within the moat straight across to the outer side.
She showed no regard whatsoever for his hundred‑thousand strong army.
And at the same time, even that thundercloud roaring in the sky shifted along with the wretch, drifting straight toward him…
Everyone had already been frozen by the earlier thunder’s overwhelming roar. Now, seeing the storm cloud drift closer, Pingyun’s hundred‑thousand troops recoiled in fear, forced to retreat…
As for storming the city or slaying foes, or the promise of gold for the first to enter—those were all forgotten. Without looking back, they cast aside armor and fled in panic.
This could be called the most ridiculous siege in history—and a disgrace that will shame Pingyun for centuries.
“Deputy General Su Liu, th-this young lady… who on earth is she?”
Su Liu’s trusted aide—the very one who had scrambled to the top of the wall to wave flags for Murong Yun—finally dragged his bloodied, limping body to Su Liu’s side.
He lifted his head, wearing the same dumbfounded look as those around him, and stammered a question to Su Liu.
After all, one person chasing a hundred thousand troops—it was like a dream.
At that moment, Su Liu’s mouth twitched as he watched the scene like a dream. And truth be told, this Liaozhou City really might be saved by that young woman…
As for what this girl was called… Su Liu thought for a moment: “Seems her surname is Lei?”
He vaguely remembered that she had introduced herself that way before, but he hadn’t paid attention and forgot her name.
“Truly extraordinary—no wonder she can command the thunder.” The confidant, now fully star‑struck, sighed along with the surviving young soldiers.
Su Liu… he felt the surname had nothing to do with it. There were surely others surnamed Lei, but the only one chased and struck by thunder had to be her.
No matter what they thought, Pingyun had retreated—and in utter disgrace, scattering sparks and lightning along the way.
Murong Yun dove straight into the mass of soldiers, thunder crashing behind her. Rage surged as she pursued Gong Liu, yet she kept scanning for the spiritual vanguard unit she’d seen earlier.
As expected, she spotted the retreating squad within the army’s ranks. After her and Su Liu’s brutal strikes, the once mighty thousand‑man spiritual corps was left in tatters—barely half remained.
Murong Yun’s lips curved in a sly smile. Amid the cries of terror below and the fearful faces of the cultivators, she drifted over in a slow circle.
Just as thunder struck again—each bolt fiercer than the last—Pingyun’s proud spiritual corps… was annihilated.
Murong Yun gazed at the charred corpses below, her lips pressed tight, as another line of blood slipped down.
She had already reached her limit, but it wasn’t enough. Even if she died today, she would drag them down with her!
Do the math—her deeds already counted as glorious. Murong Yun’s eyes blazed with mad killing intent; she gave a cold smile, her pale beauty in that instant resembling a demon.
Without hesitation she pressed deeper into Pingyun’s hundred‑thousand troops—especially after that fleeing… cur Gong Liu!
The thunder roared so loudly, violet lightning coiling through the heavy clouds, that even ten miles away the strange sky could be seen…
On the plains and hills ten miles from Liaozhou, tens of thousands clashed. Blood sprayed, staining the snow red—the battle was brutal.
Among them, the bravest armored general wielded a golden spear—charging in and out seven times, each sweep claiming countless lives.
He was Hua Yan, the grand general who half a month ago led thirty thousand troops to pursue Pingyun’s raiders at the frontier. Yet he hadn’t expected that once he set out, the enemy would send seventy thousand soldiers to intercept him.
The disparity was so great that of the thirty thousand soldiers he led, more than half were lost. Helpless, he hid with the remaining half, trying to return to Liaozhou—only to be ambushed halfway.
At the very brink, when he thought he would never see his wife and child again, he encountered a youth in a snow‑white robe…
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